Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Poland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.